If I don’t owe you a favor, you don’t know me
I don’t believe we’ve ever even met
If there’s a God in heaven you can show me
Then I guess I should admit I lost the bet
There are moments I could hold you forever
There are moments that lasted way too long
There are days when I change with the weather
To hold you in place would be wrongI never met a morning I could get through
With nothing on my breath to hold the night
And I never said I’m sorry but I meant to
I never met a coward I don’t like
There are reasons why the body stays in motion
But at the moment only demons come to mine
There are days when I could walk into the ocean
With no one else but you to leave behindThere’s a road left behind me that I would rather not speak of
And a hard one ahead of me too
I love you, whatever you do
But I got a life to live too
-Brandi Carlile
As you all should know, on Monday I got a chance to see Brandi Carlile in concert for the first time in several years. It was an amazing concert! I had almost forgot how amazing of a live performer she is. Almost! I definitely can’t let it be so long before I see her live again!
I might be a little out of practice with taking selfies since I’m not doing THE SELFIE PROJECT this year so apparently the selfie I took with Sara and Shawn caused quite the stir…
I took this selfie and sent it to a few people:
One of the responses I got back was:
The girl behind you is practically showing her boob. She must know the kind of pictures you like.
I guess I walked into that one.
I guess we got Photo-boobed. I mean Boob-bombed. I mean boobs!
Anyways, I will still treasure this picture and this moment in time.
But Thursday is for flowers! Here is some flowers from my yard:
There is one last collection of images of flowers taken from my yard on this day left to share.
She may have appreciated it more if you had obfuscated her boob than her face!
The bottom two are my favorites.
Now that I’m back at the workhole, I need to get caught up on all your comments!
Yeah, I really went back and forth on that one several ways. But ultimately settled on face cause I thought protecting identity was more important, but maybe there is somebody out there that recognizes that boob! And nipple seems to be the universal standard for when something becomes “dirty”. But doesn’t mean it is right.
Speaking of nipples…
The girl sitting in front of was wearing a black see-thru tank top. But over her nipples were black X. Then on top of the black x was the words “eat me”. I’ve thought about this for quite sometime now and still can’t quite figure out the meaning of the shirt.
If you have any insight into this, let me know.
As for flowers, maybe you just really like strawflowers?
I want to say that’s how network TV defines boob to be “too much,” so that seems as good a system as anything.
Wow, talk about having the power position in the stands. Yikes. I cannot possibly fathom what that means. It’s an X, is she saying “DON’T eat me?” Or would that only be for a red X? Is it a breast feeding thing, like, “It’s okay to eat boob?” I feel like maybe she works on messaging. It’s wildly unclear.
I DO really like strawflowers! They remind me of peonies – not the exact shape, but just how they’re so filled with petals that they are striking. I don’t know if that makes sense.
You certainly don’t have to respond to everything! See where the mood strikes you.
I mean a nipple slip pretty much destroyed Janet Jackson career and that absolutely never made any sense to me at all.
I haven’t talked to anybody that understood what the shirt means. I would have asked her, but I feel the strangeness of the conversation might have been amplified even more because I’m not sure if she wasn’t in high school or barely out of it. I’m really bad at picking up the ages of young people. I’d make a terrible Libertarian.
Have you ever touched a strawflower?